48|From Now On

~Rylee~

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree is a proverb that best describes Markus and Klaus. Not only because of their characters, but also with their looks.

Same vivid eyes, pointy nose, angular jaws, and even the shape of their lips. Klaus is the spitting image of his father.

Sporting a custom-made gray suit, Markus pranced inside the guest room, owning the space with the power and assertiveness he poses. He stopped within hand’s reach; his searing and assessing gaze softened as he smiled at me.

“Figlia,” he murmured, tucking his hands in his pants pocket. “How have you been?”

Even before they learned I was a spy, Markus had always addressed me that way, ‘daughter’ in his native language. Before, I assumed he wanted a daughter. ‘Who wouldn’t when you have one child who turned out to be as crazy as Klaus Martinelli?’ I supposed, but now, I grasped a better understanding of his longing to have a daughter. He has one, but the situation is complicated.

“Sir,” I smiled back, unwar